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Alma Mater: Cum alas suas, Ad sidera. English TL: With Wings, to the Stars.

Also known as Alas, I came. Try to guess why.

Havenbrook University

The University of California, Havenbrook or Havenbrook University (HBU for short) is a public land-grant university located in downtown Havenbrook in the North East side. Being absorbed in 1984 into the California state university system makes HBU the eleventh and youngest to join.

It's academic roots can be attributed to Mr. Henry McBride who created the school in 1871 following California's absorption into the United States of America. Officially started as a teacher's college, HBU began it's stride during and following the great depression and subsequent world war.

Now, Havenbrook University enjoys one of the largest campuses in Southern California, with over 157 undergraduate and graduate programs. With so much talent to choose from, the admission ratings have made a steep drop from 35 percent in 1972 to now 1.5 in 2020. This, coupled with an unsavory division of ethnicity makeup (55.2% white, 30.8% Asian, 6.5% Black, 6.5% Hispanic or other) have created controversy for modern day students.

Still, the politics of modern hierarchy calcification through academia aside, HBU is poised to become a public Ivy if it's trend of Nobel Laurette's, actors, politicians, engineers and artist achievement continues on.

History

Origins (1860-1880)

It must have started off as a quite literal dream for that man, to ride off into the west. Past the natives that roamed and the savages who scalped, to set himself off in the hopes of his own little gold on that new dirt. Havenbrook University began from western-expansionist Henry McBride, son of a shoemaker turned cowboy, as the legend goes.

  In actuality, his father was an owner of a fleet of ships all along New York City. An east coast trader, McBride CO, who’s tagline ‘We’ll get it fast, we’ll get it safe’ might have quite literally turned it into the economic juggernaut it was at the time. Trading everything, having traded everything; leather, faux leather, spices, tea, steel, coal, cotton, slaves. Slavery. The bulk of the origin of wealth for the McBride family, a tradition preceding Henry by a few decades. And a tradition Henry did not follow up from, having at a young age as was quoted in his memoir, ‘a dream about the sun on the western front. Is it darker? Is it brighter?’. A decision that would end up being the better one, as his father’s company would later end and liquidate following the defeat of the south and the end of slavery.

  In 1866 with California’s entry into the Union and slavery’s end coming in the 1860’s, McBride decided to venture west. With his father’s capitol in his bank account he trekked the land. An adventure that would find itself more brutal than expected. Of the twenty-two guards he employed, all but three would die.

  Inching towards the west ward coast and traveling the frontier upwards and past Los Angeles proved it’s own hazard, killing the last three surviving guards. He would not make it to the coast until 5 years after. He did of course. And landed on the little city of Havenbrook, seeing Los Angeles as too cutthroat of an area to live in. Havenbrook, having only been established a few decades prior, seemed a more sensible and ripe opportunity. An agriculture city known for it’s vistas and Mediterranean climate. Havenbrook became fertile land for bovine animals and farming. Months into settling Havenbrook University would be established in 1871. The McBride house being the first and a necessary building for the learning and the certification of local professors. Two years later McBride would kill himself through hanging in that very house.¹ After McBride’s death Henry McBride Jr. Continued to school, adding two more college buildings to the quickly expanding school. A trajectory that would continue well into the new century.

[https://i.imgur.com/bSRJF3e.jpg?1] The original McBride house. Burned down by Jason McBride III in 1959 when he doused himself and the interior with gasoline. Ashes and a few wooden effigies were found around his corpse and around the house, presumably to assist with the conflagration. Fire fighter James Cejudo remarked, "The fire would never go. We jus' kept throwing water but it wouldn't even ease. The bitch ate it up."

Post War (1940-1960)

Of all things that survived the Great Depression, it seems strange that entertainment would be one of them. Not the workers, or the farmers, but the actors. But it was so. Maybe people want to be entertained more than ever when the world around them is burning. Distracts from the smoke. As it was, Hollywood had left Los Angeles wealthy come the tail-end of the Great Depression. And with close proximity, Havenbrook too managed to shoulder away most economic turmoil. Seeing the success of cinema and the power of the camera, the city in conjunction with with the school and by famous Hollywood Actor Aldolfini Marriote decided to open the first Actor’s Academy in Havenbrook U.

  A failure of a decision the school, the city, and Aldolfini would learn promptly.

  With Hollywood’s name already established and with no actor who wanted to make the move, Havenbrook suffered many years of rough competition. A failure that would transition the school from focusing on acting in cinema, to acting in plays². Feeling a gap in the market for thespians in the west coast, Havenbrook University would focus on the theater instead. Something that would bring immediate revenue into the city after the first theater was built in 1953. Dozens would spawn on the North-East of Havenbrook and would trail down the mountain range, with nickel theater’s spawning amongst the working class, offering the same traveling actors on poorly tarped hillsides. Though cheap, the ‘nickel and penny theaters’ would prove to be the best producers of revenue. It turns out there are more poor people than rich people.

Back to the school…however…

Acting was not the only avenue to which Havenbrook University made it’s name (money, really). The school of engineering would also prove it’s merit in recoil absorbing hydraulic mountewd onto 120 mm and 127mm³ naval guns. Helping in the machining and industrialization of cartridges, Havenbrook university would receive millions in grant money for it’s contributions to the Pacific campaigns. Rumor was that the McBride the third was so satisfied with the work done in naval weaponry that he put the number of Japanese killed at the front of the engineering school on a placard.⁴ No one knows if this is true, for the sign must have been taken away immediately following backlash. Whatever the school’s stance on war, what is quote in the paper to the question a decade; “ Now that time has passed, how do you feel about the school’s roll in the death’s of the Japanese and German’s?”

  “What’s there to feel? That’s war, baby.” [End Quote] - Henry McBride III

“The Great Masterworks” and expansion into the University System of California (1960-1990)

Five years after McBride the fourth killed himself, Havenbrook University would begin it's great movement towards the first of two "Masterworks". First, by dissolving into a public institution - as stated in the final McBridge's will - and second, in the reformation, rebuilding and rebranding under the leadership of Jacob Lance. Lance,who decided on the doubling of land and the sudden upward and downward expansion of the school. The first Masterwork, as blue printed, was a 50 million dollar expansion of each main school building, with the central liberal art’s school receiving two wings.

  Not only that, but to create Havenbrook University as a cultural center and to cater a mass who largely viewed it as an exclusive and often elitist college. Between 1980 and 1990, Havenbrook University sought to complete it's second expansion, which added an Observatory on the nearby mountain range, an underground lab for the medical school, a central garden open to the public and the amphitheater or…Colosseum…or theater. (It’s hard to tell, no one can really decide on it’s use, for it’s shape is round and it’s insides are parceled and it’s columns tall.)

It was at the end of Lance’s tenure that he decided to recreate the original McBride building. Some say with frightening authenticity. ⁵

Campus

Architecture

The houses were made of bricks. Before the earthquakes took them. They used to fear the valley, before they conquered it. They were humbled, up until they weren’t. The architecture of Havenbrook is one of a varied history, where each president (each McBride, I should say) left his mark on the architecture. Leading to a hodgepodge of conflicting styles. The first for example, wanted something simple and so the first building offered was a kind of brick barn-house, almost poor-man’s victorian. A peasant’s Victorian. The second McBride opted for more grandeur, adding a bestiary around the campus: animal statues on every corner of every building, to which most of the actual layout of the school can be attributed to. The school built around these statues and fountains, large victorian board-room style buildings. And so offered a kind of hub of education with a spread out layout. The biggest contribution here were the roads. Red and black bricked.

  The third McBride destroyed most of this. Ripping and tearing most houses, the third preferred the roman aesthetic after a trip to Italy prior to the great second war. And so laid out the foundation for the first Masterworks, though never able to execute with the coming war and the necessity of the school to assist in grant research. Instead, he renovated the buildings already there. Namely, layering each building with cement and columns up-the-wazoo. The fig wreaths loomed on every door, the marble statues stretched far and wide. Most colors were changed to red and white, banister's were rolled down and fit on the sides of buildings. Smooth stucco, smooth cement. If there was wood framing, if there were bricks, they were all covered in the veneer of Roman white. A lot could have been done with the third. The ambition was there, some of the money too. Unfortunately, under strange circumstances, he had burned himself alive inside the original McBride home.

  At least it opened up a plot for a new construction.

  It was not until 1960 to which most of the school was actually laid out. Plots of land established for future buildings, the giant center liberal arts school being marked and started upon. The aesthetic all the same, but the ambition obviously different. Land was purchased further down the school, far past the sides and foot of the San Joaquin mountains. Steel mills, emptied train stations, all manners of small business swept up and bought out by the school. These plans did not go through the fourth. It wasn’t until Lance. The first non-McBride president, that everything was set to place.

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  The style - decided. Red pleated tiles upon the walls. Mediterranean sprawling villas replaced the small groups of classroom. Giant pantheons and columned homes made up the bulk of the central buildings, over floor upon floors. The sides of the mountains were built upon, the technology finally allowing (there were only two deadly mud slides, can you believe it?), and gardens and wild life were spread far. A terrain pointed towards the sun to take advantage of the glow, allowing for the brick to soak and char and deepen red upon the roofs. Giant door frames, windows, to allow the breeze to flow in. The school now almost resembles a nice ocean-side bronze age village than anything. And you’d be hard pressed not to be confused, up until you stared at the Observatory up the mountain. Or the giant Colosseum. Or the grand central school. It largely remains the same too. With the new president, Mr. DeFreeze, carrying out a steady expansion towards the hills.

  Hills unruly. And hills that don’t take kindly to the school growing at all.

Student Life

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Controversies

Hualtin

August 24th, 1983. The first of four police calls would be made against the 15463 Sunny Palms, Havenbrook California. A small ranch style home with a pool fit for four and a half people. A typical middle class home in upstate Havenbrook. A location about three miles off of Havenbrook University. And a location that would serve as the base of operation for the Communist organization known as the Haultin. It would not be until December 8th, 1983 - five gas station robberies, one attempted bank robbery, one kidnapping and one assassination against Charlie Steinberg - that the twenty five man terrorist group would finally come to it’s resounding end. In one of the bloodiest fights in Havenbrook History.

It began with Gustavo “Macho” Jose-Luis. A graduate from Havenbrook in political science. Gustavo and his cohort, Jacob Melvin, ex-army, began the Hualtin after Jacob left prison four years prior. Apparently meeting in the Wulf Bar in downtown after a particularly hot and stressful night. Jacob, coming back from his construction work met Gustavo attempting to swoo a group of four women. After the failure, Jacob would allegedly show Gustavo “How it’s done” and spark a four year long friendship. A strange friendship between a Marxist and a Libertarian. Both failing in their private lives, both in debt for over thirty thousand dollars. What started as friendly debate eventually become a kind of codifying of ideals between Jacob and Gustavo as they recruited likewise individualds in the political science areas of Havenbrook, often sending fliers at club and activity fairs. The pitch was simple; the state had failed, debt was encroaching on all of them, and the only way to beat the system was to fight back.

In 1980, with half the final members in tow at, Jacob would ask his uncle for financial and material support, often allowing Jacob and a rotation of Hualtin members to coast in his Uncle’s house. The safe Haven, 15463 on Sunny Palms, would serve as the main base of Hualtin off campus. Which would be necessary as Gustavo influenced Jacob more and more. Often teaching club members to shoot on the empty edges of the Havenbrook mountain ranges. After months of practice, the Hualtin would commit to their first heist. They would robe a small gas station, Lucky 73 on Breeker Street, and run off with about 1042 dollars in pocket change.

  It is assumed that the success of the heist was the reason the Hualtin continued their spree of violence. Jacob would often go out with members on small “zero-dark missions”, small thievery gigs in which they would steal bits and pieces of cars parked along the side roads of suburban Havenbrook. Radios, electronics, and purses being the primary targets of these missions.

  It would not be until 1982 that the Hualtin would shift; after procuring about thirty different M16s from past connections in his military life the   Hualtin would stage their first “extreme” trial. The kidnapping of Jullie Duvall, of the Duvall family. A famous Havenbrook born actor. Though it is debated whether she was “kidnapped” or “willfully joined” (a point of contention in her trial in 1985). The action of her taking and the changing of her name to Rose Powers would put the Hualtin on the CIA and FBI’s most wanted list. Their manhunt would not begin until 1984, after Gustavo and Jacob’s staked Senator Steinberg’s house for approximately five days. In August 19th, 1983. The two main leaders as well as ten other members would crash into the senator’s car right along Milton Avenue in the dead of night, apperantly as Steinberg returned from his mistresses house. They would turn his car over and spray down the senator for approximately two five second bursts. A shooting that left the senator nearly unrecognizable to his wife. The drive was dead on impact, the senator died after the first barrage of bullets. After finishing, as a boast or warning, two members would go into the tipped over car and would begin to decapitate the senator. Gustavo allegedly among the two. They would only make it part ways before Jacob would recall each member back, a delay however, that would leave trace evidence bits. Namely one knife attempted on the senator’s neck. After noise complaints of a too “rowdy” household, later to be found out as several house parties staged by the Hualtin, the police would narrow down their perpetrators in the household on Sunny Palm street.

The Hualtin Massacre (December 8th, 1983)

  It was probably the knife that had done them in. The police found the blade used in the attempted decapitated of the senator to have come from a Bowie knife bought at a local pawn shop only weeks before the murder took place. Done under the name of a student-criminal Manny Guajo. The FBI were the first to question him after his biology classes in Havenbrook University. However, getting nothing of an answer, decided to follow and investigate his living situations which other students had called “troubling”. It was later found out that Manny was hovering between four different homes, one of them being the Sunny Palm residency.

  At first apprehensive from the questioning, the Hualtin decided to allow Manny to continue with his membership assuming he could stay far away from the main base the duration of his tenure. This proved difficult after getting drunk one night and asking for sex with fellow member Josefina Valencia. The FBI kept close watch on him and when they both came outside, attempting to commit coitus at a local alley way, they were seized and arrested. The car being found with an opened box of rounds and a loaded rifle.

  One week later the police, sheriff, FBI and CIA would surround the property in what would be known as the Hualtin Massacre of 1983.

  “I didn’t know what they’d come. A whole army of them, I didn’t think they needed it. Officers just kept rolling in though. Kind of like those clown cars in the carnivals. And one moment they were standing and the other everything was just drilled with holes. You didn’t even know what you were looking at by the end of it. Things just kept blowing up inside, it kinda[sic] of sounded like the fourth of July. Smelled like it. That and blood.” - Neighbor, Sarah Kelly.

A collective of 52 officers. 32 sherrifs. 35 FBI had surrounded the small ranch home, one of the largest collective and conjoining of organizations in Havenbrook History. Lines of officers so large they took up spaces in the neighboring houses, creating a circle of scrimmage. The ring of police had warned the Hualtin inside for approximately one hour, though spectators believe it was only ten minutes. At about 10:23 AM that day, the first round was fired. A warning shot from inside the house. Which was just a firework gone off. Ten officers fired back, though were stopped. A miracle, allegedly, that not everyone had swarmed immediately afterward.

  Two children ran out with parents after them, all four were held to the ground with knees and taken to the side. The house owners - those four. At approximately 11:23 AM witnesses say the first shot was fired by the police, though the police say they were fired upon. For bursts of ten seconds the house was demolished with bullet-fire. Windows exploding first and cutting members taken cover underneath the sills. The glass cut several, even officers who tried to lean against it.

  The Hualtin fired back. Missing most their shots, but hitting an officer in the toe by the garage. A ricochet’d bullet that engraved itself in the car wheel he stood behind.

  The officers (allegedly) gave another warning through microphone. Though car alarms and other noises were so loud, that not even the spectators surrounding the vicinity could listen. Another firing line. Those inside firing back. Two officers shot in the head, approximately eight Hualtin dead, two more injured. One Hualtin - bleeding from the neck - waved his hands and came outside the house surrendering. Police say he collapsed on the floor dead only part ways to safety. Others say he caught a bullet to the chest and collapsed. After a few rounds of fire, police chucked tear gas cannisters to force out the remaining members. Why they hadn’t opened up with that is still open to debate, which the common consensus being that Havenbrook PD wanted to execute as many Hualtin as they could.

  Whatever the situation, none of the members actually left the house after being smoked out. Instead, suffering through the gas until one of the canisters caught fire and exploded in the kitchen. The fire spread to the living room and eventually to the rest of the house. Exploding out the windows. Members were caught running out, fire on them, dropping and rolling and flailing about. About half the remaining Hualtin died from incineration. The remaining members choked and suffocated, with both leaders dying and submitting to the flames.

Nothing was recovered from the house. Police allegedly were slow to move their vehicles to allow the fire department entrance, only doing so when most of the house was burned down.

Trial

Only three remaining members survived. All three who were out of the house, smoking marijuana behind Buck’s Pawn Shop. About a few miles from Havenbrook University, on the intersection of Sunny Palm and Breeker Street. The three; Jullie Duvall, Henry McInnes, and Jose Mandoval, had picked up a few grams of marijuana from Jose’s dormitory in Havenbrook University, had taken that marijuana and had decided to get high on the particular morning the Hualtin house was stormed in.

  They were apprehended walking back from the pawn shop and into the local gas station asking if the man sold 5.57 rounds. Henry had heard about them in a gun magazine and during trial, had said he was only remembering what he’d heard in a kind of drug induced fugue state. Aside from conspiracy of murder, the three were charged with domestic terrorism, possession of narcotics, burglary, hit-and-run, and all manners of thievery. Jose and Henry, both students, were representing their school in what was called “an obvious favoring of colorism”. Jose, a white-mexican and Henry, pale-Irish were represented as “innocent” as opposed to their darker compatriots (most dead).

However, the biggest criticism was towards Jullie Duvall, the ex-Havenbrook University learning actress and heir to the Duvall family name-sake. The trial hinged on her claim that she was A) Brainwashed, B)threatened, C)manipulated into joining the Hualtin. Often crying during trial and invoking alleged sexual encounters with the other members.

  The trial was met with protest as both Jose and Henry were sentenced to death while Jullie, acquitted of all accusations, was set free and into the arms of her wealthy family.

  Protests and riots broke out the week following the result of the trial at Havenbrook University. A sharp movement speared by the socialists, representatives of colors, working class american clubs at the school. Claiming that Jullie, a fellow ex-collegiate, was spared by nepotism and her “white-girl beauty”. The movement was, ironically, met with approval from most other members of the school. Across ethnicity, religion and politics.

  The protests ended when police crushed a walkout on April 26th, 1984 by spraying them down and beating them at the front of the school.

The Yellow-Room

You would think government funded flesh eating bacteria and apocalyptic viruse outbreaks would be the least of Hanvebrook University’s problems. Through the clearance of a couple CIA files as well as accumulated articles, I have concluded that the Maisley’s School of Medicine might be hell on earth. Read more…

McBride Suicides

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Yellow Room

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Kevin Choi Massacre

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Notable Alumni

Angel Loufini (actor)

Janel Nabi (actress)

Bobby Lavanzo (actor/senator’s son)

Bain Belluve (nobel laurette, medical sciences)

Billy “Bigsy” Bonnel (tv actor/comedian)

Benny McTaylor (comedian)

Jullie Duvall (actress/survivor/Timothy Duvall’s daughter)

Kenny Kinsley (comedian/terrorist)

Jeffrey Musuo (actor/terrorist)

Gustavo Jose-Luis (Hualtin)

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Four Horsemen